[ there's a silent moment in which the dark, odd eyes flick briefly back up, taking phillip in, before they drop once more. his fingers slide into the pocket of his overcoat, and he pulls out a worn deck of tarot-like cards. the faces, when he removes the ribbon, are blank, but he shuffles through them as if he knows which one he wants.
he pulls it out, flicking it between his fingers, and at his side, the angel sighs like a mountain settling, burning out of existence in a clap of flame. the last licks of holy fire fade in the air, and jitter pushes the card back in the deck, lacing the ribbon back around it. ]
Phillip, [ he repeats quietly, as if to memorize. for a moment more, he says nothing, shifting from one foot to the other. ] .. I have.. some say in my owner here?
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he pulls it out, flicking it between his fingers, and at his side, the angel sighs like a mountain settling, burning out of existence in a clap of flame. the last licks of holy fire fade in the air, and jitter pushes the card back in the deck, lacing the ribbon back around it. ]
Phillip, [ he repeats quietly, as if to memorize. for a moment more, he says nothing, shifting from one foot to the other. ] .. I have.. some say in my owner here?